【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

Xiao Xingchen wandered on the edge of life and death, his life was almost saved, and his body still needed to be recuperated.

Xue Yang was used to being reckless, and he burst out at Xiao Xingchen with all his emotions. Afterwards, he calmed down, or rather felt at a loss for what to do.He felt that no matter what he did was wrong, he and Xiao Xingchen seemed like people from two worlds, they were close at hand, but far away.

Day after day, Xue Yang watched Xiao Xingchen fall asleep and wake up again, he could get out of bed and walk around, he made some food and slowly ate it, he seemed to be alive again, no longer a lifeless person.

Xue Yang even saw Xiao Xingchen carrying his Shuanghua to the yard.

The Yizhuang was empty, and Xiao Xingchen stood alone in the middle of the courtyard. Old injuries and new injuries made his snow-white figure look thin, cold and solemn.

He had already put his life aside, but he was surprised by the weakness he had never seen before.

As if wanting to confirm what he had guessed, Xiao Xingchen pointed his sword at the ground, and the tip of the sword drew a trajectory, and the blade picked up layers of fallen leaves.Immediately, Xiao Xingchen raised his hand and passed the horizontal sword. Shuanghua's silver light seemed to be visible in the daytime. He moved his toes with the sword light, turned around and jumped up. Suddenly, the wide cuffs and hem of his clothes followed him. The movement of spinning is flamboyant.

The autumn wind blows calmly, withered leaves fluttering around him, like a torrential rain, accompanied by the sound of the wind, bleak and calm, it seems that there is only him and his frost and silver light in the world, the whole body is white. It is as if shrouded in a layer of mist and silver light, as if walking on the moon, floating like a shadow, and the moon is like frost.

In the past, when there was no "Night Hunt" for a long time in the past, Xiao Xingchen would occasionally practice sword like this in the yard.His sword has never been as powerful as a rainbow, but it has a different kind of agility and tenacity. Even if he is blind and cannot see it, it will not affect him at all. The sword edge is still accurate, light and elegant.

He was once so handsome.

Xue Yang looked at Xiao Xingchen.I saw him constantly rotating and changing his movements, like the wind and the frost, and then slowly stopped, holding a few sword flowers in his hands, and holding back the sword momentum.The fluttering robes and the fallen leaves all around slowly fell together.

All sounds fell silent.

Xiao Xingchen's cultivation base is full-bodied, and his movements are still fast and sharp, but he already knows in his heart that after this trauma, his cultivation base is not as good as before.

It is not irreversible, as long as you practice more, you will slowly return to the original state.

But that was too slim, how could he have the energy to care about his cultivation.

Xiao Xingchen seemed to just want to make sure that after this time, he never touched Shuanghua again, and put it aside, most of the time he "looked" out the window in a daze.

The autumn wind blows outside the window, and the fallen leaves seem to never end, the white lanterns shake lightly, and the ears of paper rustle in the wind.

In the desolation, Xiao Xingchen fell asleep on the table. He buried his head in his arms, and his wide sleeves covered his entire face. Only his forehead was exposed and his forehead drooped like a waterfall of ink. long hair.

Xue Yang walked over on tiptoe, not daring to make a sound, otherwise Xiao Xingchen would notice.He stood beside Xiao Xingchen, looked down at him, thought for a while, and carefully sat down next to him.Xue Yang wanted to rest his head on Xiao Xingchen, but he still followed his example and lay down on the table.

Xue Yang leaned on his arm, tilted his head to look at Xiao Xingchen, he just couldn't get enough of him, before, after, and now.He realized now that he had always been attracted to him.Or he had noticed it a long time ago, but he just didn't want to admit it.

Xue Yang just watched and fell asleep in a daze.

He had always slept lightly, but he had dreams.He dreamed that Xiao Xingchen woke up before him, looking at him, as if he wanted to raise his hand to silence his hair, just like in those three years.But he finally put down his hand and turned his head away.

Xue Yang opened his eyes, Xiao Xingchen had really woken up, and was "looking" out the window again while sitting there.

Xue Yang's arm was a little numb, he stretched it, and said, "Xiao Xingchen, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

This was the first sentence that Xue Yang had spoken to him in so many days.

Xiao Xingchen naturally ignored him, as if he was air, Xue Yang said to himself: "I'm still feeling very uncomfortable, I have broken several ribs, and it still hurts so much, can you feel it? OK?"

Xiao Xingchen was speechless and just leaned there motionless.

"Xiao Xingchen..." Xue Yang said in a pitiful voice, "Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen..."

No matter how pitifully Xue Yang yelled, Xiao Xingchen remained indifferent.

If it was before, Xue Yang would have dragged him over and yelled, "Are you dead?"

But now Xue Yang didn't want to do that anymore. In fact, he didn't want to do that at first, but he couldn't control it. It was only later that he realized it.All his distorted resentment, resentment and fear, turned into a kind of deep sadness at some point, after he gradually realized his feelings and gradually accepted them?

Xue Yang looked at Xiao Xingchen, he really wanted to get close to him.

Xue Yang thought, one day during those three years, Xiao Xingchen must have sat at this small table and wrote that sentence.

What was the weather like?Is there a sunny morning, or a drowsy afternoon?Or in the winter when there is heavy snow outside the window, the house is warm with a bonfire?

What was Xiao Xingchen's mood at that time, was he very happy, or was he very careful for fear of being known by others?

Xue Yang really wanted to know the details at that time. He seemed to see Xiao Xingchen sitting at the small table, holding up his sleeve with one hand, and holding the brush in the other. He wrote down his thoughts stroke by stroke.

There are trees in the mountains, green flowers in the water, you know if you are happy with the king.

It was written to him, not someone else, but to him.

However, he was so angry at that time that he tore the paper to pieces, threw it on Xiao Xingchen's body and face, even picked out the bit that was held in his hand and threw it away, and then forced him to do such a thing.

He couldn't bear to think about what Xiao Xingchen felt at that time.

Xue Yang took a deep breath.He stood up and walked to the corner, picking up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone piled there.It was because he was afraid that Xiao Xingchen would be bored, so he deliberately searched for it.It's a pity that Xiao Xingchen didn't move at all.

Xue Yang spread the paper in front of Xiao Xingchen, and rubbed the ink slowly. He had never done these things before, and the ink was rubbed all over his hands, and even rubbed a little on the tip of his nose.He didn't care either, after finally grinding it, he got up and fetched a can of water, and washed off the dirt on his face and hands by the way.

Xue Yang put the water jug ​​on the table, picked up a brush that he thought was more suitable for writing, soaked it in it for a while, then took it out, and said to Xiao Xingchen, "Don't you like writing and drawing? You have ground the ink, and now you can write and draw again."

Xiao Xingchen didn't take the pen that Xue Yang handed over, and turned a deaf ear to his words.Xue Yang grabbed Xiao Xingchen's hand and stuffed the pen into his hand, his voice almost pleading.

Xue Yang said: "You write, write again, okay? It's that sentence, write again."

Xiao Xingchen's entire hand was held by Xue Yang, allowing him to shake.Xue Yang pleaded with the boyish tone of Jing Nian: "Xiao Xingchen, can you write it again?"

Xiao Xingchen shook off Xue Yang's hand all of a sudden, and the pen dropped to the paper, blurring a large swath of ink.

Xiao Xingchen said, "Have you had enough trouble?"

Xue Yang bit his lip and said, "I didn't make trouble, I was just...you don't want to be like this."

Xiao Xingchen stood up and was about to leave, Xue Yang grabbed his clothes, and still said in that boyish voice, "Xiao Xingchen, don't go, if you don't want to, just write a word, one word is the head office. .”

Xiao Xingchen tugged at the hem of his clothes, but it was useless, Xue Yang pulled him firmly, and finally pulled him away with all his strength.

In the evening, Xue Yang cooked a table of meals, all of which were vegetarian, such as radishes, vegetables, tofu, etc., which were very common, but after he manipulated them, they all became delicious, and the fragrance was overflowing, which made people's index fingers move.

Xue Yang had put out his best knowledge of his life, and he couldn't believe that Xiao Xingchen would remain unmoved.

Xue Yang took it for granted.How could Xiao Xingchen follow him, he would rather be hungry than eat what he made.Xue Yang persevered, cooking sumptuous dinners in different ways for several days, and also persuading him to pester him, but to no avail.If no one eats it, eat it yourself, and throw away all the leftovers.

Xue Yang hated being wronged, this night he pulled Xiao Xingchen and said, "Xiao Xingchen, can you take a bite, just take a bite, my cooking is so delicious, don't you feel greedy?"

"Xiao Xingchen, that little blind man and I used to—no, she wasn't blind. That stinky girl and I always asked you to cook, but now it's no longer necessary, you can just cultivate your health and recuperate, buy vegetables, cook, and me It's all covered. You see, I'm not doing very well these days."

"Why don't I let A-Qing live in, the three of us together, just like before. She's outside, and I always see her sneaking in when I'm shopping for groceries."

"Okay, Xiao Xingchen, don't despise me."

Xue Yang was still speaking with that boy's accent, Xiao Xingchen finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

He had asked Xue Yang this question many times full of doubts, but he would never understand what this person really wanted.

This time Xue Yang replied, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to be with you."

Xiao Xingchen felt the chill go down to his bones.

Xue Yang said: "What I told you that day is all true, just like you, I am true to you—"

"No." Xiao Xingchen said sadly, "It's not like that, you're just unwilling."